Deep underground, the River of Forgetfulness flowed on without cease, its source never in sight, as though it had no end. A Daoist walked upon it, rising and sinking amid the River of Forgetfulness.
At a certain moment, a great wave surged up and swallowed the Daoist's figure once more.
"Failed again. But compared to before, I lasted longer this time."
As his consciousness returned, Jiang Chen opened his eyes.
Unlike before, when his seven emotions would fall into turmoil and his six desires would fade away, he was now calm and composed. During this period, he had continually risen and sunk within the River of Forgetfulness. It had been difficult at first; every failure required a long time of adjustment before he could attempt it again.
Yet gradually, he was able to remain in the River of Forgetfulness longer and travel farther. Even the aftereffects had begun to lessen.
"If I was merely guessing before, then now I can basically be certain: the River of Forgetfulness truly possesses the wondrous power to temper one's Dao Heart."
He spread his palm and manifested the Heart Mirror. Gazing at its dustless surface, a strange glint could not help flashing through Jiang Chen's eyes.
The Dao Heart was subtle and profound. Few in this world could explain it clearly, yet he had come into contact with a method related to the Dao Heart long ago—the Demon Ape Shadow-Reflection Art. No one would have imagined that such a third-rank inheritance would touch upon the mysteries of the Dao Heart.
Though it was merely a superficial trace and did not reach the true methods of tempering the Dao Heart, it was already a treasure that many longed for but could never obtain.
"The Dao Heart should be born from the collision between Dao nature